Moustache Party!

One of the new friends we made in Bariloche was also staying in Buenos Aires. The house he lived in has a great rooftop terrace and a grill, so he was a fan of having barbecues. As one of his last hoorahs before he returned to Wisconsin for a job interview, he had a moustache barbecue. It is a good way to say goodbye to that scruffy backpacker beard before you return home.

James got into the spirit by shaving his beard into "the knickerbocker" moustache. A style popular amongst oil barons and Civil War soldiers.



For any guy who was not blessed with a full red beard like James or those lacking a "y" chromosome, there was a freshly burned wine cork at the ready. It was entertaining to watch as girls waited their turn with the cork and debated which moustache might suit them best. The possibilites were endless: little french ones, evil curled ones, Tom Selleck's, Van Dyke's, handlebars, gringos, abracadabras, boxcars, the connoisseur and any type a girl could dream of. I thought I should get a moustache that could compliment James'. Similar to the way Posh and Becks dress to compliment the other's outfit.